I'm documenting dreams and filling out a social schedule. I'm lusting after a Filofax planner and Beyonce's new album. Research is slow because Breaking Bad replaces all motives. A betta fish moved in with me; he's yet to discover I feed him at the same time daily.

I want to rent a wall space permanent, a whole semester unobstructed mapping. It requires a 16:9 lateral movement of butcher paper beneath loose quoted ideas. The wall in the center of studio will do. I will sign the lease on January 27th.

Past few days I've tested my frustration and each conversation resolves the same; "keep doing." Funny how one has blessed guidance but no fine print about reassurance,